Roman Crown Novels & Stories

“Two days ago, Alexander personally took her to a private jeweler. Measurements, design consultations—he stayed the entire time.” My heart clenched. “There’s more,” Ethan continued. “And it gets worse.” “I accessed her private cloud. Password was Alexander’s birthday.” Inside were photos. Hundreds of them. I opened the file he sent. The album was titled: My Knight. The most recent post was dated two days ago. He said this crown belongs only to me. Just like him. Next week’s family dinner—he promised to give me a name. The image showed an exquisite bridal crown— diamonds and sapphires set in a constellation pattern.

He was away from trouble because he did not do anything wrong to anyone in Clapestris. Rowen was also granted the title of being a trainer of new soldiers. But by the time that their cavalry captain was replaced, he returned of being a retak. He only became a foot soldier for King Rashal’s campaign against the desert tribe known as Tibareni. King Rashal has noticed his honesty in reporting the spoils and found out that he is also well-mannered to Darina. The king placed Rowen on Darina’s cavalry line and is granted to rule a troop of hundreds. He also became Darina’s right hand. These are his memories about the various titles he dealt with and how events brought him to different places and c

“Princess Deloris, will you uphold the customs and duties of the crown?” I nod my head. “I will.” The same voice booms again and snaps me yet again to attention. “Princess Deloris, do you accept the crown?” Again, I nod. “I do.” A couple of clergy step forward. One puts the crown on my head, while the other places the royal golden egg with my family’s crest in my hand. My eyelids again dip, but a slight pain in my shoulder has me whipping my eyelids wide open again.

I announce that Nathan Crowther is being removed from the title of crown prince, now he becomes a traitor, he must be sought and isolated, his name never to be heard again, Thomas Crowther, my second son will inherit the throne when the time is right, and before the entire nation I announce that the winner of the Diamond Crown will be revealed. - Celine moves in the row next to her father, he is the richest noble after the king, he probably believes he will receive the title, I show a scathing smile on my lips, as soon as the news is given she will be in shock. Now it's silence that fills the hall as the king pauses to wipe tears from his eyes that I know are fake. He pretends to be sad for

It was Roman! What is he doing here?!

"You boys are the Crown, aren't you?" "Crown? What crown?" I turned to her, completely clueless about what she just said. Shanelle pointed at Cas and said, "Castile Christophe," she moved her finger to Raphael saying, "Raphael Richardson." And then to Owl, she said, "Orlando Oslovski," she smiled shyly when she pointed at Liam, "William Windsor and," she pointed to Niel, "Nathaniel Nicholson. C R O W N," she spelled each alphabet at the front of their name. "Together they are the Crown of Carlton High."

“Let’s finish you up. It’s almost time. Even in her early forties, Anna is good at applying makeup. She dabs some finishing touches of makeup before she puts on my jewelry. I touch the intricate carving of the pendant. It is shaped like a spiral that is adorned with thirty diamonds. At the center of the spiral is a bigger diamond than the rest with the purest color of diamond I have ever seen. There were three knocks on the door. Three knocks meant that the person was a royal guard. Anna excuses herself and heads for the door. “Your Highness, the King was just checking to see if you’re all set up for your coronation,” General Silverstone stands on the doorway and bows. “Shortly, General Silv

“You should have seen the look on Tiffany’s face when they declared you the winner. Her mouth puckered like she was eating sour lemons.” Everyone snickers and settles down. Juliet takes the large crown with its glimmering rhinestones, places it over her head, and waves around her as if she’s waving at a real crowd. The crown is at least eleven and a half inches with a swirling heart pattern. A beautiful Waterford teardrop dangles in the center of it, gleaming with the light of the moon. Kell turns the crown on Juliet’s head, playfully tilting it to the side. “There you go. Now you have a gangsta crown.”

Archer's father comes and stands around us to stand in front of his son and his mother does the same to stand in front of me. I glance down and see each of them holding a soft cashmere pillow with the new royal crowns atop them. I gasp lightly with how beautiful they are, and I look up to meet Archer's mom's tearful gaze. " There's no one else more deserving of this crown, hola. Rule alongside my son and keep him humble. I nod, my own eyes teary as she places the crown on my head. My crown was designed with my name intricately woven into the diamond stones emblem, rose gold framing that is molded to look like wild vines adorned with more diamonds.